My husband once said, “I can’t keep pretending. your sister is the one I really want.” I simply replied, “then go to her.” A year later, when he saw me thriving with my new fiancé, his reaction was absolutely priceless.

Joseph and I had been trying for a baby for eighteen agonizing months. I had planned the perfect surprise for his upcoming birthday. The positive test was hidden in my nightstand, tucked inside a box with a tiny pair of sneakers. A list of one hundred baby names was saved on my laptop. Our future was finally, blessedly, taking shape.

But then Ashley called him.